CHAPTER 117
After sending the text to Jonah, Adrian returned his attention to the standoff between Zachary and Owen. Zachary looked like he could shit his pants at any moment, and beads of sweat trickled down his temple as he tried to swallow the panic clawing at his throat. His mouth opened and closed with no words coming out because he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

Owen loomed like a shadow over him, the menace in his posture unmistakable. His one good eye gleamed with dark intent as he repeated his question in a growl. “Zachary, where is my money?”

Zachary’s hands trembled, and he took a shaky step backward, almost bumping into his bodyguards that now seemed powerless under the weight of Owen’s men’s menacing glares. He barely managed to steady himself as his mind scrambled for an excuse. He had gambled away almost everything he had garnered to pay Owen back—the embezzled company funds, and the money he had scammed out of unsuspecting customers in the name of an investment. His gr
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